"Sometimes I can't tell if you're sincerely flattering or jokingly sarcastic."
Si Xue tilted her head and looked at him.
"At least for you, boss, I'm definitely doing the former."
He replied.
"You better be. Anything else?"
Si Xue asked.
"Probably not."
"Then once you're done husking the corn, you can get lost."
Si Xue said.
"How about I roast one for you? I'm really good at roasting corn."
Liu Zheng looked eagerly at the untouched corn cobs.
"How good?"
"It may not be up to top standards, but in our village, my roasted corn is highly praised."
He said confidently.
Liu Zheng's hometown is an agricultural county. When he got hungry, he'd sneak into others' fields to steal food.
Most often, he'd steal watermelons and corn—the former to quench thirst, the latter to fill the stomach.
He even mastered the skill of using stones to knock down beehives. Once the corn was roasted, he'd coat it with honey, and it was simply delightful.
